Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss Novels & Stories

There’s no one to talk to or hang out with. To be honest when he asked me to give our marriage a real chance, I wanted to agree but I also didn’t know how serious he was. I don’t want to give in, only to get my heart broken. I want to give in knowing he’s fully into it and committed to our marriage. I wonder how I ever thought I won’t start falling in love with him at the beginning of our marriage contract. To be fair at that time, he was a pain in the neck, but that was when I knew him as my boss and not a husband and a friend.

He was still asleep and his chest rose up and down in succession. "What have I done?" I grabbed a fistful of my chestnut hair as I groaned. "Why did you get yourself drunk, you idiot?" My mouth still felt bitter from yesterday's drinking spree. Oh well. I shook my head hard. I have to get out of here before he wakes up, it's already bad enough for me. I mean, I'm not even divorced yet and I already slept with someone else. My soon-to-be ex-husband's uncle, for that matter.

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

I watched her with glee, the water dripping from her ass and leaving a foamy trail. It was hilarious how she could easily arouse me with the littlest things, It was unusual for my body to leave control like this. I knew I was addicted to her but until when? Being stuck like this wasn't good for me. Eventually, she would leave and it was the only reason why we weren't legally married, I planned to let her go after I was done with her.

She would have told him she touched herself to thoughts of him, rubbing her little clit hard as she screamed his name. She had ordered a vibrator two weeks ago and still hadn't used it, but hoped he'd use it on her. She tossed and turned at night, her pussy soft and wet, dripping while he pinned her down and pounded her in her dreams. And she would have told him about the pregnancy test that was burning a hole through her purse. Because nobody else would ever know the Julian Carter Vance who spoke in this way. Not the heartless tycoon who haunted everyone's gossip sessions. Not the cold hearted man who was married to Stella.

“Thank you. But I am.” The second man scanned my form, then looked up. “It also says you’re a divorcee?” I held his gaze, steady. “Correct.” They exchanged a brief look. “Well that can work,” the first man began, leaning back in his chair, “we don’t hire women who are currently married. And we do have a strict policy, no employee is allowed to marry within their first two years of employment.” My brows furrowed slightly. “If I may ask, why is that?”

I retorted back, out of frustration and anger. Richard sighed tiredly and handed me another set of papers along with the one I had given him, “I am not like you because our marriage already ended a while ago in my eyes. You think I didn't notice you staying up at night to flirt with the manager, you became distant and never cared whether I was alive or not. I know I don't measure up to him but I thought our seven years of marriage would mean somethin⁵g to you. It was during my distraught state that I met this goddess and she has been my strength ever since to put up with you. Now you suddenly returned with a promotion document as if I ever asked you to do that for me. I am tired of your game

Silvia found it hard to process what her boss was saying. They haven't ever had a close discussion other than this one time, and now he is asking her to marry him. She doesn't even know anything about her boss's lifestyle, his preferences, and anything he hates. “Did I say anything wrong?” Ralph noticed that Silvia was lost in her thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery behind his request. After Ralph had a deep dig into his brain last night, he decided to propose a contract marriage to Rosaline.

Was that so? My eyes closed, savoring his warm touch and low tone, and my body felt so comfortable with his presence behind me. I felt aroused, so calm, so familiar. I shouldn’t be thinking about such things now, but deep down, I couldn’t bring myself to forget his presence. “I have to take a shower,” I murmured. The longer he held me, the more I worried about controlling myself. I had to admit, I was addicted to him. His brutal punishments and mind-blowing orgasms had become my new addiction. But Miron had taken all that away from me. He hadn’t touched me this brutally lately. Would anything change just because we were married?

We fought again and I ended up sleeping the couch three nights straight. And what would I explain to her? You see, dear, ever since my boss harasses me, sex with you feels like such a tedious routine that I can hardly get it up anymore. To make it worst, I wasted most of the aphrodisiac oil he gives me on you, instead of keeping it for myself and make a way better use of it. Oh, and let’s not forget that I’m through with your tantrums and your constant demand for attention and complete submission.